Part of me wants to go back in time and tell everyone who ever said to me, as a new mother, “The dishes can wait!” how wrong they are. In fact, I am starting to think that the importance of living in a peaceful, orderly environment is paramount, especially with kids. Is it possible to de-couple guilt, shame and morality from the mess of our houses. Don’t ask me. I have shame and guilt about my house, and I’m not convinced that’s an entirely bad thing. I am however, convinced that our living spaces are directly associated with our mental baggage, and I also tend to think that there is a relationship with our living environment and our ability to be responsible, accountable, and to evolve as individuals. But that does sound a bit moralizing doesn’t it? I like to think of myself that doesn’t really jump on bandwagons (yes, I know, I’m kidding myself), but I have fallen hard for the Konmari craze, so I just need to talk about it a little more, if that’s ok…because it’s so radical. For un-evolved little me.
First of all, my own parents did a phenomenal job of raising us with the skills they had and the challenges they faced. And there were some missing bits in my childhood, including